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We had a few hours to burn at Ataturk Airport, Istanbul. Si you find me there when you are done? I regarded the timepiece with awe. I found Shukri at the bookstore.


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We had a few hours to burn at Ataturk Airport, Istanbul. Si you find me there when you are done? I regarded the timepiece with awe. I found Shukri at the bookstore. The air in the bookstore smelled of words and paragraphs. A cash register machine opened with a clang. Best Seller. I turned the book over and read the blurb. There were six species of humans on earth , years ago, yet today there is only one — homo sapiens. What happened to the others? And will the same fate befall us? The book seeks to answer these questions that Shukri was dying to know.

Shukri wants to know what happened to the other five species. I bet it gives him sleepless nights thinking about the fate that befell homo erectus. I make fun of him now but I was impressed by his cerebral choice of literature which compared to mine makes me look like a complete eejit. I read for knowledge like everybody else but mostly I read for entertainment and to learn as a writer.

I like silly books that make me laugh out loud in the middle of the night when I lose sleep. I want to read with a smile or a smirk on my face or a deep frown when the heroine is sitting on the edge of a ledge contemplating suicide.

I obviously feel a moderate level of remorse for those five human species, I do. Some will miss the train. I think this book is very thought provoking. I also think the price of a Patek Phillippe is thought provoking, I wanted to add.

Oh well, to each his own. A book that has a blurb that reads:. I take three weeks with a book. I soak in a book, I go back to read paragraphs and chapters. I sometimes read a great paragraph and I just sit still, savouring that feeling of having consumed something magical. If I want to eat a banana in the middle of a riveting story, I will stop and go look for a banana.

Words are not perishable, bananas are. Here is my not so cerebral reading list of the books I have consumed lately. This book kept popping up in various articles I was reading online. So wit and wheelchair. Decent story. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically. Read it only because Hemingway invented the turn of phrase. It was like eating funeral food. It has not too shabby reviews on Amazon, though. For the longest time I thought Grisham was the holy grail.

Then I outgrew him. The heroine drinks. And forgets things. She wakes up with a hangover and the taste of sickness at the back of her throat. There is a manipulative man and a house that overlooks the railway tracks. There is blood and romance — sometimes at the same time. People beg. Some die. A kind-hearted roommate presides over this tale without being a part of it. It rains often.

Fast paced and full of texture and aroma. Bourdain gives everybody who struggles hope. Also try his other book, Medium Raw, also a good read full of pace and literal panache. His books have done very well.

I discovered Tim in The Guardian. He writes a weekly family column, quite eccentric, self deprecating. His writing is deceptively simple.

When you vaguely recall how you you used to fill your time before your started reading them. Then I discovered he had written a book, I bought that also. It starts great until he starts feeling like a handbook. Plus he plays the goddamn banjo. In real life. Like I said, he deserves a nasty wife. Writes for the Sunday Times and has written for the Guardian and a bunch of other publications. A real pro. She is unconventional, has no sense of filter, asks rude questions in interviews, writes honestly and without favour.

Smokes a lot. I just bought two of her books; this one and A Curious Career. There is a sense of anticipation and excitement.

Tonight I will start with one after I have done pinki-pinki-ponky. I hope it rains. Born a Crime — Trevor Noah Everybody says this book is a hoot. There, what are have you been reading lately? Please share it here with a para about why we should read it? Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. The thing I like about this article is the fact that there is no mention of a book by a Kenyan writer.

I agree. Bananas are perishable. In case you wanted to get the plot and not necessarily the story. Kinda sad that the only book I have read herein above is The River and the Source. Mark Gimenez. The Perk… Because we all should read one legal thriller that is not John Grisham. And we all want our heroes to fall before they triumph.

I read Grisham all the time, currently trying to give others a chance. Through my African eyes — Jeff Koinange. Riveting stories,wonderful prose that sounds and feels very Kenyan. Surprisingly at least to me really good. All the bright places left me in tears. Check out her latest book Holding up the universe got it Textbook Centre-Junction. Any book by G. Out of my love I warn them to keep clear of this book. It is a collection of crude and shapeless papers upon current or rather flying subjects; and they must be published pretty much as they stand.

They were written, as a rule, at the last moment; they were handed in the moment before it was too late, and I do not think that our commonwealth would have been shaken to its foundations if they had been handed in the moment after. They must go out now, with all their imperfections on their head, or rather on mine; for their vices are too vital to be improved with a blue pencil, or with anything I can think of, except dynamite.

Chesterton, All Things Considered. I must admit that am a sucker of Jeffrey Archer. In my opinion once you start reading his books there is no letting go. Just finished reading Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult. The mix of family emotion, medicine and courtroom drama in Lone Wolf will leave you with a lump of disbelief lodged in your throat.

She gives each character a whole chapter of their own and introduce them to the world in a very captivating manner.

Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions.

Hang tight. Crazy chicks are caring. Very tender.

She finds this funny. Which is a great for me because she finds me funny right about now. Does he wear pink bikers under his shorts? Tamms sometimes wears little pinkish bikers under her uniform by the way, I find it heart-breaking but I have no say over what she wears underneath. And she has been like this lately; aloof, withdrawn, distant.

It's been a while since I had a proper book hangover. You know, when you finish reading a terrific book and you are left feeling lost and abandoned. First you can't even believe that you lived through life without reading that book. That people read it but they never told you anything. So you just went through life reading books that didn't have any impact on you. Makes you wonder what other books are out there that you haven't discovered. Makes you sad. My last book hangover was The Goldfinch by Donna Tart.

She has never been a cuddler. After the migwatos she lies there on your chest, listening raptly to your brisk heartbeat, as if that drumming tattoo would answer the eternal question; Where is this going? Wink again. You know how they lie there, on our chest, which now moves up and down, like an oceanic wave, filling her lungs of our primal scent, a scent she will long remember after she has dismissed you as another asshole.

She has never been a cuddler. After the migwatos she lies there on your chest, listening raptly to your brisk heartbeat, as if that drumming tattoo would answer the eternal question; Where is this going?

What does human flesh taste like? Everybody I tell this story thinks I should have asked her this question. At some point I began to think that maybe I should have asked her. Follow these tips to stay motivated at work.

Ангел, подумал. Ему захотелось увидеть ее глаза, он надеялся найти в них избавление. Но в них была только смерть. Смерть ее веры в .

Сьюзан услышала стук беретты, выпавшей из руки Стратмора. На мгновение она словно приросла к месту, не зная, куда бежать и что делать. Интуиция подсказывала ей спасаться бегством, но у нее не было пароля от двери лифта. Сердце говорило ей, что она должна помочь Стратмору, но. Повернувшись в полном отчаянии, она ожидала услышать шум смертельной борьбы на полу, но все было тихо.

Позади уже закрывались двери. Беккер понял, что, если его преследователь находится внутри, он в западне.

В Севильском соборе единственный вход одновременно является выходом. Такая архитектура стала популярной в те времена, когда церкви одновременно служили и крепостями, защищавшими от вторжения мавров, поскольку одну дверь легче забаррикадировать. Теперь у нее была другая функция: любой турист, входящий в собор, должен купить билет. Дверь высотой в шесть метров закрылась с гулким стуком, и Беккер оказался заперт в Божьем доме.

Он закрыл глаза и постарался сползти на скамье как можно ниже: он единственный в церкви был не в черном. Откуда-то донеслись звуки песнопения.

Apr 11, - Just finished “The Girl Before” by JP Delanay must be the most horrible book i have ever had the misfortune of finishing! Now reading A man.

Я не могу этого сделать.  - Скрестив на груди руки, он вышел из ее кабинета. Мидж горящими глазами смотрела ему вслед. - О нет, можешь, - прошептала. И, повернувшись к Большому Брату, нажатием клавиши вызвала видеоархив.

Они выгравированы очень близко одно к другому и на первый взгляд кажутся произвольным набором букв, но если присмотреться повнимательнее, то… становится ясно, что надпись сделана по-латыни. - Вы что, морочите нам голову? - взорвался Джабба. Беккер покачал головой: - Отнюдь .

- Попробуем еще… Кухня. - Спальня, - без колебаний отозвался. Сьюзан смутилась.

Как только найдется недостающая копия ключа, Цифровая крепость - ваша. - Но с ключа могут снять копию.

Ком… мандер, - задыхаясь, пробормотала она, сбитая с толку.  - Я думала… я думала, что вы наверху… я слышала… - Успокойся, - прошептал.  - Ты слышала, как я швырнул на верхнюю площадку свои ботинки.

Сьюзан вдруг поняла, что смеется и плачет одновременно. Коммандер спас ей жизнь.

Постепенно она начала понимать. Время сердечного приступа настолько устраивало АНБ, что Танкадо сразу понял, чьих это рук дело, и в последние мгновения своей жизни инстинктивно подумал о мести. Энсей Танкадо отдал кольцо, надеясь обнародовать ключ. И теперь - во что просто не верится - какой-то ни о чем не подозревающий канадский турист держит в своих руках ключ к самому мощному шифровальному алгоритму в истории. Сьюзан набрала полные легкие воздуха и задала неизбежный вопрос: - И где же теперь этот канадец.

Но сразу же об этом пожалел. Глаза немца расширились. - Was tust du.

Comments: 4
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